Tell the truth Mark~

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"Why would I work with you?" Mark arched a brow.

"If we're just gonna argue why not see what we can accomplish together?" Jack stood up swinging his satchel side to side.

"Give me the bag." Was Mark's response.

"That's pretty funny coming from a guy like you." Jack snickered and shoke his head.

Pissed, Mark grabbed Jack by his collar lifting him an inch off the ground.

"I'll say it again. Hand over the bag."

"Alright but one thing." Jack moved his head close to Mark's ear that his breath lightly blew on his lobe.

"No."

Jack bit softly at Mark's lobe sending Mark a shiver. Shocked, Mark ripped Jack away.

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" Mark scolded.

"Cause it's fun."

"Maybe for you it is!"

"Welp someone's not getting a crown."

"Give me the dam bag!" Mark pulled violently on his strap.

"Then be honest!" Jack pulled back. The material begun to burn his hands from his tight grip.

"Ok! I honestly hate you and your stupid, pathetic, ass!" Mark snarled.

"No! Tell me why haven't you killed me?!" Jack had finally calmed Mark a little.

"Be honest and i'll give it to you!"

"Right." Mark kept his guard.

"Look!" Jack loosened his grip.

"Now. Why haven't you killed me? Aren't you known for your murderous ways?"

Mark's palms were a full coat of sweat.

"Denying. Don't deny!" Jack jumped up, wagging his finger with a devilish grin plastered on.

"I'll slice that finger off and the other's one. By. One. If you don't shove it up your ass."

"Aw me feelings!" Jack slapped his hand over his heart.

"Shut it Irish bastard." Mark shot forward wrapping his hands around Jack's neck digging his nails in almost piercing the flesh.

Jack attempted to lower the stranglers hands. Mark's grip only tighten. Jack wasn't one to kill but his own life was at risk.

Jack wasn't one to give up either. He shoke the fear away and builded up his inner strength.

And he snapped. With a low growl and firey aura, the Irishman viciously attacked Mark.

He gave Mark a few blows to his crotch and tried to swing punchs. Mark, not letting go slammed Jack into the ground standing on his head with one foot suffocating him.

Blood trickled down the side of Jack's head. His eye's widen with fear and a state of shock. He only whimpered in pain. He wanted help. So badly. Help...

Jack has NEVER wanted help.

But he desperately needed it.

"Like I said smart ass. I hate you."

Jack's eye's focused up at Mark. He shivered as Mark smiled at his defeat. Jack felt his foot crushing his head.

Once again Jack felt weak. And that outraged him.

"So... THAT is how it is. I ask a simple question and you treat me... like shit...." Jack gasped for air. Dust and dirt stunged his eye's as his face was forced down.

"I came here for a crown-. Which you STILL have! But being your obnoxious, smart mouth self, you have to fuck up my plans! So to keep you from me treasure. I got'ta kill ye. So you won't be in me way." Mark mimicked Jack's accent.

"Americans who try to speak foreign... are so rude... and Mark i'm not the one going down...."

Jack simply grinned and slipped his hand in his boot. Inside was a dagger.

"You could say i'm always prepared."

Before Mark's reaction, Jack dove his weapon into Mark's ankle twisting it.

Mark shot his hand down and ripped Jack's hand away and fell on his bottom.

Jack felt the pressure on his head fade but it was still throbbing. He inspected his head and stood in front of Mark.

"I have plenty of surprise attacks up me sleeves. You're such a retard ye fuck. Don't you know who I am?"

"Shut up!" Mark growled.

"I'm Jack. Not to brag but, I've been a thief for many year's maybe a decade. I've trained and made strategies of me own. You're just a murder. I just want the loot. Not the lives of people who don't deserve to die. I don't care if I take their stuff. They should be happy they're alive. Cause I can kill if I want to but, unlike you my heart isn't TOTAL dark."

Mark only glared at Jack. He clenched his fists with total rage.

"So why DO you kill Mark? For the fun of it or just for satisfaction?" Jack's smile widen.

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